I wrote this poem in 1999. The translation may not be good, but I swear I wrote it that time, and not now to troll the forum as many would think. It would well apply to Annapolis if you come to understand the hidden meaning and metaphores.
Overwhelmed by remorse, just for one time,
they came to an agreement,
and they gathered us all in our own place.
Those from the East no longer killed us,
just because of their love for their bogus equality.
Those from the West respected us,
just to have a place to pass through.
But now that the Red Star is covered by clouds of smog,
nobody has to be afraid for his property anymore.
The hammer hits not, neither can the sickle cut
and the winners do not care about us any longer.
Madmen are no longer called madmen,
and it is with them that they force us to talk.
The fact that they claim to have repented is enough,
no matter that they still write that we must all be drowned in the sea!
Topic: Just a grief poem (Read 955 times)